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- Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945)

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my favorite color

I forgot to pack my eye cream in the process of moving and it shows

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Release

The desire to be soft, the fear of being hurt, the exhaustion of being tough. Wears on the strongest of us, destroys the weaker, until all that is left are those who willfully harm us.

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Thankful for who I have

Grateful for who I don’t

Open emptiness suffocates

The new corpse I evoke

Days cease to end

Suns climb the barren sky

My veins open to let the light in

As my heart pumps dry

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Start anew

invest in your happiness by creating a life you don’t have to escape from. spend time with people who move you. take photos. laugh more often. make art for the soul. travel places that leave you in awe. swim in the bluest oceans. life is a luxury, mirror that.

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“I miss you”

Do you miss me, or do you miss how we were. While either is fine, there is a difference. I’m not the way I was, you aren’t the way you were, and we will never be the way we were anymore. So do you miss me, the person? Or us, the couple?

Because I don’t miss ‘us’. Us was a lie. Fabricated in the depths of our secrets we didn’t have to share. A high I was afraid to come down from because I knew I’d fall further down than where I began. A breath caught in my throat, its release extinguishing the life I was so desperately holding onto. An embrace where I couldn’t realize that my own arms were wrapped around me; because you made the distance between us an illusion. I was so filled with something I’d never had, something I didn’t believe existed… something that never really did… exist… actually…

I just wanted to hear your voice

I just wanted to hear your voice. Feel its embrace around my body and warmth on the back of my neck. Sweet whispers soothing the stresses of my heart. Clouds of pink and velvet puffs of purple smoke drowning my mind in delirious fantasy.

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Chuck Styles

The most important thing I think, is to own who you are, fully and completely.

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Things I’d Rather Not Repeat

What exactly does it mean to be crazy? To be insane? Misaligned with the common mind flow, but so far removed that it is seen as something to fear, rather than something that is close enough to revere. I went outside tonight to let the pup out. The air was enticingly moist and soaked in earthen scent. The sky was cool, but scatteredly warmed by the ever-setting sun. It was beautiful, disarming, arousing. The desire grew within me to slice my wrists with a dull blade and fuck beneath the clouded moon in a bed of gentle grass. With whom would I share this experience? With whom could I? There is a true longing in my heart to connect with someone to the very depths of my being. Much deeper than my last, but why must I be cursed with this yearning? The pain is endless. An abyss with no floor, no nothing. Just the fall. I shed one tear from each eye as these thoughts flowed. Two more as they reviewed, with the realization that I would forever be without the connection I seek. Unfortunately I am the only one of my kind, of my mind, and I cannot be paired.